A Different Kind of Love

Chapter 7

The last chapter was really long. So it took me forever to post. Once again, things might pick up speed just a tad bit. But, please continue to read this story!!!!

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Blake's P.O.V

*One month later*

You got this Blake. Just kick the ball in the goal like you've done many times before. I shouldn't have even been this nervous, but I was. It was soccer tryouts for Pete's sake!

I kicked the ball over to my other foot, got ready to aim, and kicked again. The ball went into the net without any trouble. I raced over to the coach after I was done, letting out a deep breath as I neared closer.

"Good job, Blake. Although you looked a little nervous." He told me, a frown on his face.

I scratched the back of my neck. "Well, I mean, why wouldn't I be?" I took a seat on the bench and downed my whole bottle of water in one sip. I poured the small amount left over on my head. The water dripped down my face and onto my already sweaty shirt.

"You always make soccer tryouts. What makes this time any different?" Coach Sawyer asked.

Coach was a burly man in his early forties. He could be strict at times, but on the inside he was more like a big teddy bear.

I shrugged my shoulders in response. Coach walked over towards the other kids trying out. Most of them were freshmen but there were a few who were juniors, and a couple who were sophomores. Matt and I were usually the only seniors who tried out, but today, there were a couple others who tried out, too.

The Coach called for the tryouts to be over and said that the list would be posted sometime next week. Matt and I walked over to his car which was parked by the field.

"Think you did good?" Matt asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Hopefully." I replied. The truth was, I did do good. I couldn't understand myself why I was so worried and nervous. Maybe because soccer was the only thing that made me truly happy. It was the only thing that brought me relief and a chance to get away from this city. Soccer was the only thing that balanced me out; it made me stronger.

He patted me on the back for reassurance. "I'm sure you did good, you always make captain."

He did have a point. Even if I didn't make captain I would still be happy to be on the team.

"Want a ride home?" Matt asked as we reached his truck. It was a must old red that could use another paint job.

I shook my head. "It's fine, I'll just walk home like I normally do." We said our goodbyes and I began the short walk home.

It was a nice, breezy day. Only a high of 74, which was odd because it was normally in the high eighties, but fall was just around the corner.

My phone buzzed from my gym short pockets. Pulling it out, I read the name before reading the text. For some odd reason, I smiled as I read the name.

It was from Evelyn.

She wanted know if we could study together this evening.

Grinning, I sent her a quick 'sure' before putting my phone back into my pocket.

This wasn't the first time we would be studying together. In the last month and a half since she's been here, we've studied together about two times before. We had four classes together, so it made since.

Okay, so maybe I liked her a little bit. But really I mean a teeny bit. Not smaller than the size of peanut.

So far I've been able to keep my developing "feelings" for her under control.